Crush

Forgive

Asher

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I hit the steering wheel of my car with each word.

As if it wasn't bad enough that I lied to Oliver about who I was going out with tonight ... I mean, that was pretty fucking bad. But then Sofia had to go and take a stupid fucking photo and send it to her friends. Post it to her social media accounts.

Everyone was going to see it.

Everyone. Including Oliver.

Fuck. This. Shit.

I pulled up outside Oliver's house and glanced at the windows. The lights were off downstairs, but I could see the light on his bedroom upstairs at the front of the house.

He was home.

Time to do some damage control.

Jumping out of the car, I jogged up to his front door and pulled my phone out of my coat pocket to check the time. It was late. Probably shouldn't knock on the door. Might wake his dad up.

Instead, I pressed the dial button on Oliver's number.

It started to ring.

Pick up.

A couple more rings.

I took a couple of steps backwards down the porch steps to give myself a clear view of his window.

The light was still on.

Another ring.

Come on. Pick up, damn it!

"Hi, Asher." Oliver's voice was clear on the phone. And it was clear he was pissed.

"Hey, man." I kept my eyes on his bedroom window. "Can I see you?"

"It's late." His tone was clipped.

"I know, but I want to see you."

He sighed.

"Just for a bit. I won't stay long." I pulled my coat around me. The temperature had dropped and the wind was whipping chilly air across my face. "It's cold out here."

"It's cold out .... Wait, where are you?"

I smirked. "Look out of your window."

The curtains twitched and then I saw his face appear, phone stuck to his ear. I waved up at him.

"You're here?" He sounded confused.

"Yep, that's me. Freezing my ass off in your front yard." I waved again for good measure. "Surprise."

"You're an idiot."

"I know, but can I see you?" I whined.

"You can see me now. You're literally looking at me right now."

I rolled my eyes. "Not like that. I mean, can you open the front door?"

He huffed down the phone. "Wait a sec." He disappeared from the window. I jogged up the porch steps and huddled close to the front door.

A couple of minutes later, I heard the sound of keys on the other side of the door, then the door itself was pulled open to reveal Oliver wearing a white shirt and striped pyjama bottoms.

"What are you doing here?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes at me, phone still at his ear. He was standing in front of me, but his voice was in my ear. Oh, yeah. Right, the phone. I hung up and shoved my phone into my coat pocket.

"I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?"

He sighed and nodded, held the door open for me. I entered the house and shivered. "Freezing out there, man."